scribbling the peace and love

Scribbling the LoVe in the natural blond sands
periwinkles wink at me, then fall from my sight
a moment and a lifetime
of meant-to-be's, whoa-be-me's and I-still-believes
tossed together in a catch-me-if-you-can tide

So I sat... damp and sandy bottomed under the blooming sun
and soaked it all in, realizing it's not to be caught but simply taken in

The Heron trailed me, eying my bird legs and calling me Momma
Wiser than me, he knew what I was learning... again

A single handful of sand
a gazillion grains...
a drip sand castle...
a place called home which provides no shelter at all
soaking it all in, wrapping right up into it...
peace
and
love

a moment worth a lifetime
and a lifetime worth a moment

Our Time Is What We Make Of It...
500 miles to Peace ...
by the Sea

Hittin' the Road

'Down By The Sea, My Soul Will Be'
~hand-painted sign of John's

If I was a writer...the things I would write

Pilfering through my past... tonight, I came across something I wrote some time ago. I thought... it was something profound, something of significance, something of great worth, something monumental and to be recorded, something to inspire someone...if only myself.

It meant so much to me, at the time, that I had pulled out my keepsake journal from days gone by.
A hardbound spiral with more blank pages than filled...
and sheets more yellow than white,
gifted to me some 15 years ago,
by someone I value so much I would never want to taint the pages with anything but the best.

I rummaged around until I found a clicker bic pen,
I imagined I would write until I finally fell way to sleep
I didn't want the gel ink to bleed onto my sheets as the uniball had many years before.

I made sure I had a bulb in my bedside lamp & fresh linens on the bed.
I propped my pillows just so & filled my glass of tea.
I emptied the ashtray & crawled into the bed I hadn't slept in for close to a year.
I got myself ready to pour out my heart & soul, old school style ...
pen and paper, sideways on the bed...
prepared to stay up for half the night
babbling on about some of my most intimate thoughts, feelings and experiences...

And so I did just that...

Block letters on yellowed pages of a hardbound journal from days gone by...

The beginning and the ending of my ever-so-profound-old-school-writing....

two letters, one word...

'If'